Alright. So it seems like forever since I last updated this blog, to me, at least, considering it has only been three weeks. I look back at how naive I was those three weeks ago and how experienced and matured I have become since then.
Apparently I've gathered together an entire audience of one, who I will not name out of respect for that individual, lest she be shamed in spending her off hours so frivolously. Writing for an audience takes on an entirely new meaning for me. Suddenly I actually have to think about how to write with an audience in mind! Oh one person of my audience, I have good feelings for you!
It's true, if anyone ever had seen my former blog, that there is a tendency towards the gloom or the foolish. Once, when writing my parents a postcard from Japan, they asked me, judging strictly from what I wrote and how I wrote it, whether I could be considered clinically depressed. I was aghast! No, parents, this is just how I am. Morbidly melancholy! Appreciate! That and the recourse to absolute foolishness, such as a pre-election comparison of Stephen Harper with a store mannequin sporting a cheap toupee. (I've got some of these blog posts backed up on a hard drive somewhere, unfortunately. I promise I won't re-release them to the viewing public).
I do my very best to be light-hearted and free-spirited and nice, but sometimes, my cynicism gets the better of me, despite my inclinations and aspirations. Moreover, I fear that my words can be construed as hurtful, which is never meant to be the case, as I adore commenting freely and easily, allowing whatever is at the bottom of my mind to bubble to the surface. On top of that, one must note that my background includes growing up in Cape Breton, considered to have a howling lack of civilization by some, or to exist 10 miles beyond the end of the Earth by others. (It's a beautiful place, though, people assure me). Therefore, my words can be blithe, coming from a rustic such as myself.
There. I've gone and bored you again. I'm really trying to keep these paragraphs compact and the ideas coherent. It's no easy task, let me assure you!
A number of days ago, I inadvertently posted an article about my antipathy of cover letters, which, while reflecting some truth, was too wrapped up in my own sentiment being so sorely exposed to the task on a daily basis. I normally try to avoid these types of articles, but when writing to so select an audience, and often for my own amusement only, I tend to reveal some personality best kept to myself.
In future posts, I welcome subject recommendations. Alas, since I'm unemployed, any 'work,' no matter how trivial and unpaid, would give me a feeling of serene satisfaction, that is, other than writing another cover letter destined for the abyss. So, audience of one, if you're here still, reading this, the challenge is set! (Or the request is made...) Leave a topic of your interest in the comment sections and I will use the supreme power of my intellect to elucidate on the subject, even if it is to merely reveal my ignorance or utter ineptitude.
P.S. - I found an essay on Canadian tax reform which I would love to share a couple of months back. The idea mirrored what I had thought myself, and to save time, it's easier to have someone else write something on one's own behalf. It always feels nice to have someone else share one's own opinion.
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